Logs:Glass No Longer
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| RL Date: 3 July, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Aislara, Jynth, Ryerith |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aislara is proddy and Nala is flightlost. It solves one problem. |
| Where: Aislara's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Sex. NSFW. |
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| It seems that Jynth does not do anything by halves. Since his return to Fort, he has chased few, but, over the past fortnight or so, it's as if he's thrown himself after every green that rises. He's yet to actually catch a single one of them, whether through design or error, and though he and Nala have had company in the form of two Southerners after more than one of these losses, most of them have found Nala retreating to suffer in silence and try and get her mind straight on her own. However, there's only so much of her blue's 'old' behaviour that she can handle before she cracks and he tries to take action, whether out of regret or for his own purposes. Up from the bowl, the first landing they make is on Ryerith's old ledge. The second is more successful - in that it's the right ledge - but Nala half-falls from her blue and stumbles back to her feet, staring into the mouth of the weyr. « I brought her, » he shares with the green. Why? He doesn't say. Ryerith is not asleep inside her wallow and so rises at the sounds from her ledge. She sits up, sphinx-like in her wallow and focuses on the entrance of her new weyr. Her ribbons that reach towards Jynth are fraying at the edges, her tone sharpened by something distinctly 'off' from her usual placidness. « Did you chase? » Jynth may know her well enough to sense her proddiness and forgive her harsh tones. « Come in to me » she continues, « you needn't stay on my ledge. I have space here for you. » Indeed, when and if Jynth enters, he will find a section of the wallow that hosts much of the same things he has in his own weyr. Aislara is alerted to the arrival and fusses about the weyr until it becomes apparent Nala may not come in without her prompting. She's wearing a dress that'd be more suitable for warmer weather underneath her riding jacket she's pulled on to head to the ledge. "Nala?" she asks, brushing her fingers briefly through her unbound hair. "Come inside." She holds out a hand to the bluerider to give her more encouragement to enter. « Yes. » Jynth is unrepentant in this, and though he might usually feel some ping of concern or shame when faced with the one he actually wants, it's Nala's practicality that defines him today. « But I will catch you. » Still, even the more matter of fact fashion of things bleeding over from his rider can't quite hide his neediness, nor the affection he has for Ryerith, and so she calls and he answers, to seek her and that space out, not that he'll occupy much of it - not if he can curl around her instead. He leaves his girl out there, shivering from more than the cold, and though Nala's dark gaze fixes on Aislara the very moment she's in sight, she looks away just as quickly, curling in on herself. The dress doesn't help her in the slightest, for no sooner has she managed to tear her attention from her, she winds up staring at the greenrider's legs. She just stares. Then, step by hesitant step, she moves for her, to reach for her hand and curl her fingers tight, easily led. Whether she's staring at the floor by then or still at Aislara's legs, well. That matter of factness pleases Ryerith and she settles against him easily as he makes his way into the wallow. A soft, pleased, croon follows as she rests her head against his neck. « You will catch me. You are fast and cunning. The other males are brutes. » And so clearly not worthy of her. Aislara leads Nala in, moving past their curled dragons and on into the main room. The couch that she moves towards is angled in front of the hearth and boasts a new assortment of pillows and blankets draped upon it. If Nala's behavior is noticed, Aislara seems at her ease as she strips off her jacket and tosses it on the back of the couch. Her boots are next, these she tucks near the table situated in front of the couch. As she straightens slowly, she moves to catch Nala's gaze. "What do you need?" her voice is low and husky, confident in her assessment of the bluerider. It would be easy to agree and try to garner favour that way, yet something - or someone - draws Jynth to lowly and reluctantly remark, « Not all of them. But they don't matter. » Since she'll be his. And while Ryerith may not be his in that way yet, he'll make secure his claim nonetheless and extend a smog-shrouded wing over her as he settles down with her at the heart of the spiral they make. If he sleeps sooner than may be polite, maybe it's to be expected. Nala still can't stop all too guiltily watching Aislara as she takes off her jacket and stows her boots, and while she manages to maintain control and not reach for her to curl figure to figure as their dragons have, her voice nearly does her in, a half-step forward taken before she stops herself. "...Not like this..." is a near plea for her to move away, forced out past the need. She's treated her too much like glass, these months, too afraid. Let Jynth sleep, Ryerith has been encouraged to follow and she does so by draping herself behind his wing and against him. There is time later to flirt and prod and push. Now, peaceful slumbers together more than soothes the frayed edges of her mind. Aislara's gaze falters briefly against Nala's plea. Glass? Not so as Aislara's hand moves to flatten against Nala's chest and push her back down on that couch. If Nala goes, Aislara will straddle her lap and let that dress drift upwards. "Like this?" Aislara purrs, moving to press her lips against the bluerider's neck. Proddiness dominates her but so does the need to press and pull and claim. She is glass no longer. When Nala falls back onto the couch, she automatically reaches for Aislara out of a sense of self-preservation, only to find her in her lap and her hands gripping her hips tight probably isn't the kind of grab she was intending to make. Now that her hands are there, they don't let go, and though she leans back like she'd try for distance that way, all she truly does is settle herself more conveniently against the couch and tip her chin up to allow her better access to her neck. She can't help the low, desperate sound that rises from her, nor that her hips shift encouragingly beneath her. "I love you..." is closer to an apology than affectionate declaration, if only because she just can't stop herself when she gives a shallow nod and sighs out, "Like that," and, "Please." Intention or not, Aislara growls against Nala's neck at the man-handling. "You'd better," she replies to that 'love you' and then she draws her lips down from Nala's neck towards the bluerider's chest. Clothes are a bothersome thing and Aislara fusses until Nala is free of them. Her lips travel down, kisses pressed everywhere, until that 'please' is uttered. Aislara slides off of Nala's lap and settles on the ground to find other places for her lips to press. Too much time has passed between them, too much hardships, distance, and plenty of reasons that encouraged them to find time apart. Now, Aislara claims Nala anyway she can. Her hands drift to grip thighs, and ankles. Hers. Nala is good. Nala submits. She lets Aislara remove her clothes however she sees fit, helpful where she can be, and, as before, and as when the greenrider has been like this in the past, she can't seem to do anything but watch her and do as she wishes, encouragement given in the murmuring sounds that she makes as kisses travel down. She arches when Aislara slips down to the ground, a low cry torn from her, and reaches to catch one hand in the greenrider's hair, not to command, for her surrender is all too obvious, but simply because she has to do something to try and keep herself grounded. She is hers; she even begs her, all too willing to be disarmed. Aislara takes her time at the clear enjoyment of the bluerider, enjoying all that she is able to orchestrate from Nala. She teases when Nala begs and draws out every sound she is able to in the time that passes. When she thinks Nala is sated and satisfied, Aislara presses one final kiss against Nala's thigh and retreats. The greenrider rocks back, settling on her heels as she looks up at Nala with a small, triumphant, smile. "Better?" she asks as she tilts her head and considers her. "Is he back to chasing often?" she continues, having drawn something out of Ryerith in regards to the blue pair's arrival before the green succumbed to her sleep. Nala doesn't manage to gather the energy or will to move for the moments during which she tries to catch her breath, and when she finds herself capable of using words, she murmurs, "For her," and tries to sit up too, though not within a soft sound while her body refuses for a little while to co-operate, too busy remembering what has transpired. Carefully, she gets to her feet, meaning to catch at Aislara's hands and draw her with her and to her, fingers slipping beneath her dress the moment she's near enough. There's still something too hesitant about her, afraid of causing hurt in one way or another, and though she moves to coax her towards her bed, she asks, "Tell me. Show me." Aislara considers Nala for a moment as her hand reach down to clasp gently along Nala's wrist. "We don't have to," she cautions, noting that hesitancy in her partner. As Nala asks her to 'tell' and to 'show', Aislara relents and moves through the main room to the adjacent room from the hearth. It's not a large space, big enough to boast a larger bed than she had before, and two small clothespress. She lets her dress drop once they've moved past the opening and leads Nala to the comfort of the pillows and blankets that reside on the bed. The rest of the evening may be spent in many ways, but despite her proddiness, Aislara seems at her ease and ready to tend to Nala as the bluerider needs. "I want to." And Nala plainly does, for when Aislara drops her dress, she takes it as sign enough of her willingness - and much more than if she had removed the dress herself. Though not so hesitant, she remains willing to be led and doesn't try to wrest control from her at any point, intent on doing as she's invited and what she believes will please, no demands made of her. She'll happily keep her in bed and warm and satisfied for as long as she can, too content to do whatever Aislara wishes, or whatever she perceives she needs. It's not a sacrifice, and she seems not to be being selfless, but to genuinely need and want that direction; to want to be whatever is wished of her. If it doesn't involve leaving bed for a long, long time, she's has absolutely no complaints. |
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